Man Hustle

It may seem to some that this bit of Bushwick madness invading the Lower East Side is attempting to turn comedy inside out, but really a return to comedic roots is what’s at stake here. Old Man Hustle is a staple comedy hole-in-the-wall and this is simply the circus from the bizarro world returning for some third party narrative on the, ahem, finer points of life. Mr. Silver, who conducts ringside calamity on a biweekly basis at the French leave-your-senses Bizarre in Bushwick, arrives to screeches and howls at the Old Man Hustle for a more intimate affair and a more narrative approach to put-it-out-there outrageousness.

Mr. Silver takes a Bushwick circus to Manhattan…… for AIR escapades in text form.

Not quite content tho with classic standup, a man may loose his shirt.

After some coaxing…… to be transformed.… a struggle ensues…… a man may lose his shirt…A Kodak moment at the Old Man Hustle.

The humor has bite so that bouts of nervous energy suffuse the room. Every one of these men finds time to mention their wives or in one case a long trail of random encounters, as if to pay homage before daring to be quite the tasteless brute with words. We skate round and round in the millennial mind until arriving at some seeming insignificance that does the trick for laughter or grief or both. The little things under absurd scrutiny, that make it all matter so much less.

Crimean nervous energy evaporates with the inspired…… game controller suicides upstate in Kodak-branded Rochester.Food and sex…… a running joke, yet surprisingly quite appetizing.Finding the tinged spice of life in cucumber flavored water…… after a bout of pharmaceutical memory loss.A whirlwind process makes a mockery of ‘relations’.After, in messy mayhem…… we regard the male take on male.The muppet monster sheen…… makes stars of everyone in the room.A shattered recording no further from the truth.Left with a bewildered look…… for the MAN HUSTLE.